Annabelles Surprise

[Frambois]

I am 19 in my 2nd year and struggling to pay my way through college.

To make ends meet I have started lap dancing at a club which is great, after my initial nerves I soon got used to the work and the tips are excellent. I have not had all that much sexual experience but I have had enough to know that my curves are all in the right place and that the longer I take to get my breasts out of the halterneck I like to wear the bigger the tip! And the 'no touching' rule keeps their hands of me!

I an terrified incase my parents ever find out, I think my dad Alan would kill me, he is only 39 going on 40, but is so straitlaced. Not like my mom Jenny, who always seems up for anything, but they get along fine. I just do not want either of them to find out what I do.

Anyway I had done a few nights when the boss asked me to do a 'special'. There was this guy who was having a 40th birthday party, it was to be in a private room with a dining table all set out for him and his wife.

Suzy, one of the other girls, and me are to dress as waitress's and serve the meal. The thing is that with each course we are to have less clothes on! The wife has arranged it as a very special 'one off' treat, but he has no idea.

The fee is a big one, and I like Suzy, so I agreed.

I am wearing white holdups, a black waitress's uniform, pink panties with a pink thong underneath and a kind of basque corset underneath that pushes up my boobs to make them look even bigger. The meal has a Venetian theme so we are also to wear masks to cover our faces, mine just leaves my mouth exposed and makes breathing through my nose awkward.

I am giggly and nervous as I wait in the kitchen area for the wife to come and breif me ahead of the party, Suzy has not turned up yet though and the Boss says I can have double if I can manage on my own.

I would never have agreed if I had known I would have to go solo with 2 strangers, but at least on is female, and it is a lot of cash.


OOC: If there is a Jenny and an Alan out there let me know. Maybe a suzy later on.

 

[plainjane]

Id like to play Jenny - was going to ask for Suzy but either role is fine.

 

[Houstonguy30]

OOC: I'd love to play Alan.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

If Alan should have a good buddy there please let me know. *leer and lewd wink*
Just maybe dad's not as straight laced as he lets on, as an example. *chuckles*

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

I am just putting the final touches to my make up and adjusting the silver and gold mask when I hear the Knock at the door.

The meal is all prepared and is laid out in the order of the courses, there looks to be about 10 different courses including the hor doevres, I will have to pace my 'act' to match.

With one final check of my hair, which is piled high on my head, and smoothing down the white apron I am ready,

Ok 'AnnaBelle' my stage name, it's showtime. I hope the wife is nice. Its a hell of a present to some guy.

 

[plainjane]

Jenny

Loving Alan as I do, his 40th was special and I planned carefully.

There was a strip club we passed driving to and from work, and every time I saw it I wondered what went on in there, so one day I went in during the day, and watched the dancers, both up on stage and doing lap dances.

I even talked to one of the girls and she told me the rules etc, and an idea came into my head, to surprise Alan with a seductive strip show. Talking to the owner or manager, he said he had just the girl to serve the dinner, and suggested that we have her drop a piece of clothing for each course. Being a private party in the back room, the regular rules didnt apply and she and we were free to do whatever we liked.

This was during the day, and the night crew hadnt come in yet so I didnt actually meet Annabelle, but he assured me she was perfect for the job. The meal would be catered, as they didnt serve the type of food I wanted but that was no problem

Now all I had to do was convince him to take me out to dinner, and lets see what we would get to eat

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

Jenny had something up her sleve for my 40th birthday. We've been married for 20 delightful years, and I can't wait for the next 40. She's always kept things interesting, wearing the thigh-highs and high-heels I like, role playing, and asking, and fulfilling the fantasies I have. She's a fantastic wife, and we enjoy life completely. We have one daughter, Heather, who was conceived either on our wedding night, or shortly thereafter. She's at college now, living on her own, leaving Jenny and I to play even more.

BUT... There is something about the way she's acting about tonight. A look... a gleam in her eye when she told me to wear my nicest suit and my new silk boxers. She wouldn't tell me where we're going, or what we're doing. The only thing she said was, "just go with tonight, don't think about it too much, and enjoy to your heart's content. Tonight is for you, all for you. Remember... I love you, and I've set tonight up to show how much I love you..."

And to add to my suspicion even more, seeing her walk out of our bedroom in an outfit I've never seen before. A thin black silk skirt, ending a few inches above her knees. Showing off her fantastic legs, covered in black stockings (I hoped they weren't pantyhose!). I couldn't make out any pantylines as she modeled it in front of me. She knows how much I love her to go without panties.

I made a wolf-whistle "Whee-wheoow" as she modeled her outfit. Her low-cut silver top showed off her ample cleavage, and her toned chest from daily aerobics. Even after she quit teaching aerobics three years ago, she hasn't slowed down. I smile, knowing how lucky I am to be so fully in love with this woman, "You look incredible. So good that I'm thinking we could skip this deal you have set up and settle into bed for the night."

She giggled, headed out the door and said, "Come on, my love."

 

[Houstonguy30]

OOC:

OOC: I edited the last post to remove the mistake saying we never had kids.

 

[plainjane]

Jenny

I led Alan out the door to the car, held the door for him, and then got behind the wheel.

We drove toward town and when I turned into the parking lot of the strip club he asked me where I thought we were going. I told him "to get something to eat", parked and I went around to open his door. He objected to beng taken to such a place, but I convinced him it was on the up and up, and this was a private birthday party

The doorman greeted us and amidst the loud rock music, and with a naked girl up on the main stage, we were taken to a back room and seated, and then served a drink. "the waitress will be right with you", we were told as we were handed masks to conceal our identities.

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

I get the word that my 'party' are ready in the dining room, the boss has told be to be as imaginative as I like with the food serving.

I am on a big fee anyway, but she tought there were ways I could make a good tip as well. The thought of being imginative quite intrigues me, and I realize that I am quite excited by the feeling.

("behave girl" I tell myself, this is just work, stay in control of yourself)


The first course is 2 glasses of champagne served with caviar on little biscuits, the whole thing on a silver tray.

First though I just peep in through a little spy hole to check them out.

It is hard to tell their ages as they take their places at the round table, but the woman has a terrific body and is dressed to kill, a very good body in a tight black dress. Reminds me of, don't go there girl, he looks a little nervous as he sits down and starts arranging the silverware on the white tablecloth, nicely dressed though, I guess late thirties early forties. They look OK.

I check myself in the mirror, my red lipstick is nice and shiny, black skirt short but not quite at the tops of my white stockings, my black blouse is open a little and the white apron covers my front, just the top of my breasts show when I move, pushed up by the basque I am wearing.

Picking up the tray I with a deep breath, then a naughty thought hits me and I take the biscuits and caviar off the tray and just enter carrying the champagne.

"Bon Soir Madame, Sir" I say in my sexiest french style breathy voice (where did I get that?, I wonder to myself)"would you care for une aperitif?"

They both turn to me and look straight at me, I can tell that she is looking me up and down in a strange way, then I realize she is checking me out, am I suitable.

But they both take the wine, he a little nervously, and gulps it down,

"More Monsour?" I offer in my fake accent and go back for the bottle, deliberately exagerating the movement of my hips as I return to the kitchen a get the bottle.

I can feel her watching as I bend at the waist to pour the wine into the glass he is holding, my hands shake a little with the weight of the bottle as I try to avoid pouring too fast.

His hand holding the glass is trembling to as I pour, I know that he can see my cleavage, so I use an old trick and let my upper arms fall inwards a little to push myself even further out.

"It eez so buubbly sir, Annabelle must be careful not to spillit"

I watch as his toungue nervously licks his lips, a little smile frozen on his face. (he looks nice, I wish I could see the rest of his face)

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

As we sit down to dinner in the back room, I am quite nervous. There are these silver and gold masks on the table. The doorman says to put them on, as the dinner is a Venetian theme. I do as I'm told, still wondering what Jenny really has in store for me.

In walks a thing of beauty. She has a sexy short skirt on, white stockings, black blouse, open, showing her obviously ample bustline. She looks like she should be on the cover of "Maxim" magazine.

Wow, I've never seen a waitress like this. It's almost like she knew exactly what I like in a woman when she dressed this evening. Did Jenny have a hand in this??

She comes out and gives us a glass of champagne, and I drink it quickly, trying to clear my head of these crazy thoughts. She bends down to refill my glass, giving me a perfect shot down her blouse. She does that thing that Jenny does when she wants to get me ready for her, she pushes her breasts up more with her arms.

Now I figured it out! Jenny is going to tittilate me all evening with this little young goddess, then when I'm hot, hard, and can't take it anymore, Jenny is going to rape me back here in this private room. Oh, she's good

I enjoy the view as the girl walks away, swinging her hips. I think I can make out the tops of thigh-high stockings as her skirt sways.

Yes, that is definitely what Jenny is up to. This girl is dressed too much like Jenny to be just a coincidence!

As the girl leaves the room, I lean over to my wife, running my hand up her left thigh, reaching the tops of her stockings, tickling her flesh. I lean into her, running my fingers higher to play with the fabric of her panties, when my fingers are rewarded with the soft lips of her pussy.

Ahhh, no panties tonight! She IS planning on being a "good" wife tonight!

In a breathy voice, I say, "The way you and the waitress are dressed tonight, you'd think you're either sisters or a naughty mother and daughter." Little did I know how ironic this little comment was...

I lift up her mask, kiss her full lips, darting my tongue into her mouth. She slowly opens her legs to me, and I feel her juices begin to flow ever so slightly as my finger traces along her pussylips. I imagine how within the hour, I'll have my wife bent over this table with my cock deep inside her.

 

[plainjane]

Jenny

Annabelle was playng him like a violin. Bending over like that he had to look down her bodice. I didnt know if he could see her nipples but cerainly a lot of tit. When she bent over I could see a birthmark on the back of her leg, and I knew instantly that Annabelle was our daughter Monica. I knew she worked here, but she didnt know I knew, and when I made the arrangements for the party I didnt ask for her. I just wanted to open up my straghtlaced husband to opening our marriage and thought this was the quickest and easiest way to do it.

When Annabelle went back to the kitchen I played along and let Alan finger my naked pussy, hoping that before the night was over Monica would be in there too. Neither of them knew I was Bi and had been having affairs with my lady friends for years, and even occasionally with their husbands too

Tonight it would all come out into the open, and Alan would either join me or beat me or something, but I couldnt hold it inside any longer.

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

I can feel their eyes on me as I return to the kitchen.

In readiness for my next appearance I pull my skirt higher and remove the pink panties just keeping on the thong.

And I open 2 more buttons on my blouse, spreading the blouse so it falls off my shoulders. The basque is lifting my breasts up high above the white of the apron.

Smiling to myself I break each biscuit and place the caviar and biscuit on the palm of each hand.

Before entering the room I sneak a peek into the room, I am sure the man has his hand up his wifes skirt and they are kissing.

Wow, they are a horny pair.

Returning to the room I offer them the caviar from my hands, like feeding two puppies.

"Caviar for you both, no dishes I am afraid" reaching out to each of them I wait to see if they will feed from my delicate little hands.

There are mirrors all around the room, in the one facing me I can see a reflection of my back, my stocking tops are visible and the cheeks of my bottom are just visible, maybe I lifted the skirt too high, but it is too late now.

nice ass girl

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

The waitress came back in, interrupting Jenny and I's embrace. This time the waitress's top was open even more. Her gorgeous breasts spilling over the apron. Wow, I'd love to see and suck on those nipples.

She had caviar in her hands, and I greedily took it, peering down her blouse, making out the outline of her hard nipples. Then I noticed the thigh-highs in the mirror as she bent over handing me the fish eggs. Wow, what a perfect ass. A pink g-string, white thigh-highs. She was right out of my fantasies...

After I took the cracker and caviar, there was a bit left on her hand. I licked it out of the palm of her hand ever so slowly, as I stared into her gorgeous green eyes... There was something incredibly erotic and naughty about this woman. I hoped that her little disrobing act continued in the next course...

As she left, I leaned over and kissed Jenny again and said, "I think this is going to be a fantastic 40th birthday. Don't you think?"

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

Their eyes are all over me, especially the mans, he can see my rear in the mirror and has a perfect view of my stocking tops and the curve of my bottom.

Leaning slightly forward I reach out my hands to them both, he lifts the cracker from my hand and eats it, then with a glance to his wife first he leans forward and licks the crumbs from my open palm, his eyes burning into the bare tops of my breasts, my pale skin moving gently in the candlelight as my breathing quickens.

His wife though has taken my fingers in hers and is feeding from my palm, it tickles and a far off memory slips into my mind. A childs nursery game which ends with a tickle in the palm of you hand.

Taking her lead he has my other hand, and I stand as they both lick softly around my outstretched palms, taking every crumb, it is the most erotic moment I have ever had.

"if this goes on I will come in my pants" is all can think) as I pull my hands away gently

"Mes Chers the next course is waiting, I hoped you like the caviar"

As I take my hands away I lower them theatrically with a deep bow, then turn and return slowly to the kitchen, swaying my hips as I go.

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

As she walked out of the room, she was swaying her hips seductively. All I wanted was to pull her ass to me, put the palm of my hand against the middle of her back, and push her over this dinner table. In 20 years of being married, I've never cheated on my wife. In fact, she's only the second woman I was ever with.

My cock hardened thinking about Annabelle. What a sweet and innocent name on such a perfectly sexual woman. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to remember what she looks like now that she's out of the room.

How I'd love to suck on those perfect breasts! How would her nipples feel in my mouth? I wonder what her pussy tastes like -- Is she shaved? I imagine so. Oh, and It would feel so perfect to slide my cock between those perfect breasts....

I snapped my eyes open when Jenny reached leaned over, ran her tongue along my ear and said, "Hmmm, I see she's getting you a little excited." Jenny's hand ran over my slacks, feeling the bluge growing in my pants. I turned to her and kissed her passionately, letting her stroke the length of my cock through my pants. My left hand came up to my wife's left breast and began to ever so gently tug and roll on her nipple through her blouse as we continued the deep soul-kiss.

Just then, through the fog of my arousal, I heard the kitchen door open and close.

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

My heart is pounding as I return to the kitchen, I am getting really turned on by the whole thing. I had found them licking my hands together very arousing, her full pink lips looked so like my own, the lower lip so full and, well kissable as my father always used to tease.

I noticed a paper I should have looked at before.

The Rules

1. Guests are allowed to look but not touch. They may kiss/lick parts of the girls body only if invited to do so. Any guest who touches the girl without invitation must leave.

2. The girl may touch but does not have to do so.

3. Guests must not masturbate whilst the girl is in the room. Couples in private rooms may fondle each other discreetly but fucking is not allowed.


I realize that the guests may not have seen the rules so I slip the paper under the door whilst I get the next course ready. As I slip the not in I am forced to smile, they are kissing and he has pushed his chair away from the table, I can see her hand holding his cock thhrough his pants.

("wow he looks well hung for such a shy looking guy, he's not like the usual punters")

The next course is spagetti and I have to decide how to serve it, and what to wear.

I watch myself in the mirror as I remove the blouse, my shoulders are bare now, the creamy mounds of my breasts visible almost to the nipples, I keep the apron but drop the skirt from my hips.

When I bend the edges of my nipples are just visible as I adjust the tight black basque. My mother and I have the same unusual nipples, though mine are very pale pink whilst hers are a little darker brown. I have heard Dad make a private joke about them being 'cockeyed' and it always embarrases me.

Our nipples are quite large and look almost like extra breasts swollen and sucked looking, each has a prominent swollen teat not quite dead centre.

As I turn to check myself I slip my hand into my panties, I don't know why,

("I am dripping! I never get turned on at work, I havn't been doing in long but I have never been turned on before, I am sure they must be able to smell it on me")

Straigtening the apron and one last check in the mirror I head back into the room, moving slowly with a bowl of creamy spagetti in one hand and a fork in the other.

 

[plainjane]

Jenny

I got all excited and wet watching Alan licking her hand, so I did the same to Annabelle, imagining her naked. It was all I could do to keep my other hand off that gorgeous ass, but I knew that was comng. I hoped Alan would to it first

When she left to get the next course, I fondled his hard cock, and even whispered to my husband "I'll bet you want to fuck her, honey. Go ahead you have my permission"

Then she returned carrying a bowl which partially covered her breasts, but her skirt was gone. The birthmark was now clear, and I was sure Alan would see and recognize it from the days on the beach with Moinca in a swimsuit, dating back to when she was a tiny girl.

I wondered what his reaction would be when he realized that our waitress was our daughter.

She had removed her blouse, so I added to the scene by slipping the straps off my shoulders and lowering my dress to my waist, baring my own pretty tits. I also wondered if Monica would recognize my unusual nipples

ooc tried to answer your PM - box full again - be sure to delete your tracking and sent boxes, as well as in box as much as you can

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

I am taken by surprise when I re-enter the room, the wife has dropped her top, her breasts are bare, nipples swollen just like mine, I almost stumble when I see them.

"Spaghetti si vous plait"

I move slowly towards him, and straddle his legs, bowl in one hand and fork in the other, my eyes on his under the mask.

I can feel and hear the breathing of his wife close by. I hope they remember the rules.

Slowly I twist the fork in the pasta the way my father had taught me, and then offer it dangling over his mouth.

As I withdraw the fork a small portion and some cream fall onto the swell of my breast.

TBC

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

My wife was whispering into my ear as she stroked my cock through my pants.

She's going to let me fuck this perfect creature? Right here in front of her? Could it be true?

Then my world got weird. In walks Annabelle, with her top off, her nipples almost showing, and no skirt on. She had a bowl in front of her, and her basque barely covered her gorgeous breasts. She was like a younger version of my wife. Jenny stopped stroking my cock, and pulled her blouse down to mimick Annabelle.

Annabelle straddled my lap, and held a forkload of spaghetti over my mouth. This seemed strangely familiar. I used to hold the spaghetti like this when feeding own daughter years ago. I was strangely comforted by the familiarity.

Can she feel how hard I am?

She's sitting directly on my crotch, and my cock is becoming increasingly hard every second, as she feeds me the spaghetti. I know the rules say I can't touch, but I move my hands to her legs, just above her knees to steady her. I don't mean for it to be a sexual gesture, but the electricity of the touch stuns me. I rock back a bit from the intensity of the feeling, and a bit of the cream falls from the fork to her breast.

The rules say I can't touch without invitation... I just hope she invites me to lick this cream off her breast

I've almost forgotten my beautiful wife is next to me, I'm so enamored by this perfect Anabelle's presence.

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

"mon cher, you must not touch"

My thighs are tense as I hold my body above his knees, I can sense the stiffness inside his pants, so close to my panties.

His cool hands leave my legs, and I glance down at the cream and spagetti slowly sliding down the curve of my breast in to my cleavage.

lifting my arms with bowl and fork apart my chest is thrust gently towards his face, his eyes flicker from me to his wife before he bends his head.

I can feel his breath first, then the flicker of his toungue, then his lips as he chases the food into my cleavage, then raises his cream covered mouth to look at me again, a glint in his eyes.

raising up from him I turn, bottom towards him now as I bend to offer his wife food.

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

I look at the cream on her breasts, then look directly at her gorgeous green eyes. She lifts her arms, and offers her breasts to me. I don't know if I'm supposed to or not, but I take it as her telling me I can....

My tongue leaves my mouth without notice, and I eagerly lick the cream from her breast. Her skin is so tight, and yet so baby soft. My saliva only makes the cream fall faster into her cleavage, and I dive in with my tongue, inbetween her breasts. Her perfume is so sweet, and yet a hint of sweaty arousal.

I think I can feel the heat and wetness between her legs, even though our crotches are not now touching. I can sense it radiating from her pussy through the panties. I think back to my wife's comment, "bet you want to fuck her, honey. Go ahead you have my permission...."

Is this real? Is this happening? It's as if I have my wife next to me, urging me to fuck this perfect, younger version of my wife.. It must be a dream...

She raises up, bends over and offers a bite to Jenny. As she bends over, I can see the dampness of her panties, the perfect outline of her pussy lips...

And.. Oh my... That birthmark... It is so familiar... I can't quite make out where it seems so familiar from...

 

[Frambois]

Annabelle

Leaning on the table so that I can reach to feed the topless woman in front of me I can feel his eyes burning into my pantie covered crotch, I know I am damp and that my pussy is almost visible throught the silky strip of pink.

His wife leans back slightly, inviting me to spill spaghetti onto the naked breasts she is displaying.

My bare bottom cheeks move for him as I squeeze them in time with my heart beat. I can hear him groan and hear a zipper slowly sliding down.

"tell your husband not to touch himself or me mon cher, remember the rules, only you or I can touch him"

 

[Houstonguy30]

Alan

I stare at her perfect ass, wishing it was back directly in front of me so I could plunge into it with my mouth. The small strip of her pink silk panties is drenched, and I think I can see her asscheeks pulsing. She feeds Jenny, but I can't take my eyes off her perfect form.

I look down and notice that my crotch is wet. I'm not sure whether it is from the precum oozing from my rock hard cock, or from the wetness between Annabelle's legs when she was straddling me.... I unzip my slacks -- I have to release the pressure. Just then, she tells Jenny, "tell your husband not to touch himself or me mon cher, remember the rules, only you or I can touch him."

But Jenny seems to be too enthralled in Annabelle to help me out at the moment, so I just sit back, my cock exposed, watching the performance in front of me.

 

[plainjane]

Jenny

"Annabelle, sweetie, I was told defimitely by your manager that since this was a private party there were no rules except consent by everyone". I stuck my finger in the bowl and pulled out a dollop of the cream, and smeared it on my breast. Then I held it and pointed the nipple at her. As Alan heard what I had said about the rules. I saw his now released cock amd he stood and was close behid Annabelle. If she moved away from me she would get his cock up against her ass. Her only altenative was to lick the cream off my tit, and I smiled at her in inviation.